I grew up going on magic carpet rides. My mom had a wonderful imagination and she told my brothers and I wonderful make believe stories. We went on grand adventures together.
I also grew up playing with Barbie dolls. I loved to play with my dolls. They all had different roles to play and storylines that I thought up in my head.
When I outgrew Barbie’s I started to read. I started with Nancy Drew and then my mom introduced me to Victorian Romance stories. I was hooked. When I start a book I get obsessed with the story and I don’t want to put it down until I am finished. I will stay up all night reading. I hope that my books will someday have the same affect.
I thank my mom for helping me to develop my imagination and the make believe world that I could escape to. I still love to escape to my make believe places when I write. There is no greater escape for me.